User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160707183139/@comment-3135907-20171101205638

Derkin's face was all shadows as he pointed a claw at the cell door, as if indicting the whole crew outside as all privy to a great conspiracy. "Aye, they've got some deal wid Fizalra the 'Ook, though my guess is good as yers fer wot that is- 'eard one of 'em, that shifty rat wit' the shell eyepatch, speak the gormed turncoat's name one too many times fer my likin's."

He shuddered. "Wotever 'tis, Cap'n Raggs...we'd best be gettin' to the bottom of it afore they makes good on their promises."